Overturned Tower

"…what."

After being silent for a while, the godfather reached out to wipe away the tears he had shed unconsciously, and his expression became flat again.

"You're kidding, Miss Morgan.

"I think there are probably some unforgettable feelings still engraved in this body."

This is obviously not what the "barber" should say... He has to rely on this sentence to solve the situation, which has proved that he is in a state of embarrassment.

According to the barber's thinking and general logic, at this time Morgan should continue to ask "what is the relationship between you and the blue robin" and "why do you have the body of the blue robin".

In this way, he can take advantage of the opportunity to say that he is a thief who used psionic power to steal the identity and body of the blue songbird, so he distanced himself from Morgan.

But Morgan's reaction was not logical...

"Just that's enough."

Morgan put his hands behind his back and spoke softly word by word.

"…what?"

As smart as a godfather, it was difficult to understand Morgan's erratic thoughts for a while.

Looking at the bird feathers curled up in his hair, Morgan's expression softened.

"I can know that he didn't forget me until he left... that's enough."

"enough-"

The godfather, known for his eloquence, became clumsy in front of Morgan.

Morgan, who was slightly taller than Russell, only reached the barber's shoulder.

She followed the barber so that the barber could smell the shampoo just by turning sideways.

When he smelled this smell, it seemed that some memory was about to emerge in his mind.

That feeling made the barber feel a deep pain in his skull... He could even hear his own heartbeat clearly and feel the powerful pulsation of the blood vessels above his temples.

As if smelling the same fragrance somewhere...

I also inexplicably thought of the light of the sunset, the warmth of the sun at noon, and the laughter in the early morning.

The creaking sound of the swing, the immature smiling faces in front of my eyes, and the noise when two people share a microphone to sing.

That warm feeling is by no means an illusion.

He finally couldn't lie to himself, and suppressed the emotion that was rushing like waking up... His eyes became hot, and tears flowed down again.

"Okay..."

Morgan handed over a dark blue handkerchief helplessly: "Did I make you cry again? Sorry, sorry..."

"...was he such a crybaby before?"

As the last obsession of the actor, let the barber at least refer to that identity as "he" instead of "I".

He took the handkerchief and wiped away his tears.

Then he folded it up and put it in his pocket... But until then, he thought of something, paused and wanted to take it out.

But his arm was held down by Morgan.

"Let's keep it as a souvenir."

She said softly: "Crybaby always needs it."

The barber nodded silently, and withdrew his hand from his pocket.

"so good."

Seeing that the barber obeyed his words, Morgan immediately smiled again.

She sighed: "It's almost like a date."

"…Dating?"

"He never went out with me at night."

Morgan said softly: "The uncoded people in the lower city often come up to kill, rob or kidnap...so my father never let me go out at night before.

"Occasionally, I would look at the misty gray-white moon in the sky, thinking of him flying to my window and taking me to the moon."

The Godfather was also silent when it came to the many crimes the Uncoded had committed against Uptown.

Morgan paused, and said with a smile: "But it's reasonable, after all, he is a weak bird.

"When I was in school, I didn't dare to tell others when I was bullied. I could only come to me and cry.

"Obviously she has such a tall figure, but her personality is so soft."

"It's really incompetent."

The barber lowered his eyes and his voice was low.

Morgan echoed: "Yeah...what an incompetent man.

"But there is no way. I have been protecting him since he was a child."

The two walked in the dim freight corridor, the only light was the light from the surrounding factories, and the only sound was the roar of machines.

"There is the sound of the tide in the sky."

"Um."

"I think it's more beautiful than moonlight."

"...the sound of the tide?"

"Yes."

Morgan looked up at the dim ocean current, dark and upside down on the sky.

The sun hadn't fully set yet, so it wasn't that dark. The sea in the afternoon, including the shadow cast by the floating city... also happened to be ultramarine blue.

"You know, 'Morgan' is his name for me."

"Is this the code name?"

"Yes. mor (sea)-gen (birth). The meaning of this name is 'born in the sea'."

She looked at the sea above her head with some melancholy, listening to the never-ending tide

Sheng: "Because he always feels that the glazed robin is the same color as the sea.

"That is the farthest distance from the sky, which means bad luck.

"He told me that one day he might fall in the sea...hope I can be born from the sea."

"...It's really irresponsible."

"Right. I thought so too."

Morgan smiled softly: "How can I live alone."

She said, looking back at the barber.

At that moment, the barber felt as if his heart was grasped and grasped by something.

She wasn't looking at "The Barber," or at "The Godfather."

Instead, he looked through his shell and looked at something inside.

As if speaking to Blue Robin, she said softly: "He has extraordinary talents...

"Just missing an opportunity.

"It's just a little more restraint."

"... talent?"

"Talent."

Morgan nodded: "He's a genius...

"He is actually much smarter than me. The reason why his grades are not as good as mine is because he deliberately controlled his score to be lower than mine. Because he said, what else can he do...he can sing and write songs, and he throws His darts are always ten rings, and he can play a cool yo-yo.

"The only clumsiness is probably that he can't play games. He is always very good at playing games, so I need to let me take him.

"He has never fought because he is very sincere and unselfish. He always has many friends around him, which are different from me...I only have him."

The smile on Morgan's face gradually faded: "I'm a selfish ghost.

"I guessed that he was controlling points, so that I could agree with him to give up his studies and 'pursue music dreams'. But I didn't say it.

"I thought to myself, 'It's better for one person to go to college than to have no money', and I convinced myself, 'This is his dream, and he should be allowed to pursue it'.

"But I know, that's a lie...a lie to myself. He gave up his studies just to support me in school.

"The correct word is - I am willing to bear that high student loan with you, and we will go to school together. Use half of my life to pay it back, and use the remaining half of my life to live.

"...But it was the moment of selfishness at that time that made us what we are today."

She sighed silently.

Tears slipped silently from the corners of Morgan's eyes.

"I'm so sorry."

Morgan said quietly: "My heart hurts like being bitten by poisonous insects.

"If I prevented him from becoming a singer then, wouldn't it be the case now?

"We can lie on the grass at home or at school at noon. He can lie on my lap, and I can stroke his hair to lull him to sleep. Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, I can put him in my ear. The music that was sung..."

Her eyes gradually filled with tears.

The voice that had been calm all this time gradually collapsed: "I'm so sorry...

"I'm so sorry..."

The stirring emotions in his heart made the humming in his head louder and louder.

finally-

For a moment, the blue song robin's face suddenly cracked.

"what…"

The barber couldn't help covering his left eye, stopped, and groaned in pain.

The intense pain made the nerves in his eyes pulsate.

"-What's wrong?"

At the first moment, Morgan heard his screams.

Although her tears hadn't been wiped dry, her eyes were blurred and red and swollen... But she still wiped her face, immediately grabbed the barber's left arm, and forcefully moved his arm The arm looked at what he was blocking.

I saw that the barber's face was like broken porcelain...

On the left side of his face, a crack about five centimeters long burst out from his forehead to his cheekbone.

The azure left eye lost its expression, became dim, and shattered like glass.

A beam of pale flame surged out from the shattered pupil.

And when Morgan moved the barber's left hand away, she saw the pale flame.

At that moment, there seemed to be a voice in my heart:

"You have the talent of a bird, Fila."

A childish voice sounded.

Who is that?

"What is the talent of Asuka?"

The next moment, a familiar voice sounded—

She recognized at once that it was Phila, who was thirteen or fourteen years old.

Ah, so it was my voice...

"That is to say... as long as you give up the things on the ground, sooner or later you will fly to the sky.

"But I'm different. I can only run on the ground...but I will try my best to chase in your direction."

"...Then I won't fly."

"You want to fly!"

"I do not!"

"Why are you so unmotivated—"

"I don't know any other birds, I only know you. If I fly away, I will have no friends."

Through her blurred vision, she seemed to hear the voice of the stubborn boy in the past: "If I can't fly with you...I won't fly."

...Where is it that you 'have no friends'?

Wherever you are, you will have many friends... It's just that I will have no friends.

But now, I would rather you fly away...fly away safely...

"-godfather?"

The vigilant voice of the lone wolf ahead sounded: "What's wrong?"

He seemed to hear the godfather's painful muffled sound, and pulled Big to stop.

"fine…"

The barber raised his voice: "Just keep going. Don't get too far away from us."

"What the hell..."

"-we know!"

Lone Wolf wanted to ask more clearly, but Bigger's louder voice immediately covered him: "Let's go ahead and check the road conditions first!"

Afterwards, he dragged the lone wolf further ahead.

After the mood gradually calmed down, the crack marks on the barber's face healed quietly.

Looking at Morgan, the barber's expression became inexplicably complicated.

…Morgan even wanted to laugh.

Although she did not know "The Godfather", she was very familiar with the blue robin.

His expression now is exactly the same as when he said something in front of himself, "I'll find a way to get you some money".

"...do you have a wish, Ms. Morgan?"

At some point, he replaced "Miss" with "Ms."

And such a title made Morgan secretly happy.

She thought about it seriously.

"It's gone..."

While wiping away tears, Morgan smiled easily: "I am very satisfied to be able to walk with him under the moon.

"Knowing that he was thinking of me until the day he died...I feel blessed."

"...other than that?"

The barber asked earnestly, "Do you have any wishes to achieve?"

"Is everything okay?"

"Well, it's okay if you can't finish it."

"...It's not that difficult. It's just that it's impossible this time."

Morgan smiled embarrassedly: "I just wanted to...

"I can lie down in a sunny place in a warm home.

"Feeling the warmth of the sun, falling asleep slowly, and dreaming about him... I can be satisfied with just this. I don't expect anything else."

Such a simple wish.

But this is so difficult to achieve.

As long as she gave up her revenge and could accept herself quietly disappearing into reincarnation alone, she could indeed do so.

But she doesn't want to give up.

Maybe eventually when she's completely worn out, tired...she'll take the poison and sleep in the sun.

——Until the end, she was unwilling to let her cause of death become "killed by Kamalthe".

If it is really impossible to change all this, at least she has to choose her own end

Way.

"That's my last wish."

she emphasized.

"I accept it. This wish."

The barber nodded slowly.

The expression is like asking about your own birthday in the past, chanting numbers, and thinking about what kind of gift you want to buy for yourself.

"So... what was your first wish?"

Suddenly, the barber seemed to remember something.

He pressed: "Before you step into this quagmire..."

Because the barber suddenly remembered.

On the day he killed little Liuli and obtained the mask of Blue Robin...

He meets Miss Morgan.

She said at the time: "In the end, looking back, it is indeed different. The drink I like to drink, the job I do, and my future dream. Everything has changed."

"—What was your dream back then?"

"...at that time?"

Hearing this, Morgan was also silent for a long time: "Let me think about it..."

She couldn't remember it for a while, so she dragged the barber and continued to move forward.

As she walked, she seriously thought and recalled.

After walking out for a long time, she suddenly exclaimed:

"...Ah, I remembered!"

"what?"

asked the barber immediately.

"Ah, it's a bit embarrassing to say..."

Morgan was a little embarrassed.

But she was silent for a while, and still replied softly: "Back then, I actually wanted to be a [hero]."

"…hero?"

"Every kid wants to be a hero, right?"

Morgan recalled with some nostalgia: "At first, I wanted to have 'admirers'.

"After that... I wanted to be his hero alone. Be his hero."

"...what do you think of heroes?"

The barber asked in a low voice, "Media darling, corporate toy, foolish lunatic...or what?"

"It's the wind. It's the light. It's any force in time enough to change everything."

Morgan replied without hesitation: "I was there whenever he needed me—I think that's a hero."

She asked back, "What about you?"

"...a hero is a powerless thing."

The barber took a deep breath: "Something has to be sacrificed and some tragedy has to happen before a hero is born.

"Many costs are borne by the heroes' relatives and friends, some are borne by the innocent...very few are borne by the heroes themselves.

"Heroes can save many people. Only those who make themselves heroes that day and night cannot be saved."

In his mind, the weak and dead mother appeared.

Those skinny limbs and pale face, just thinking about it will make your heart palpitate.

"Heroes can't do anything."

he repeated.

"If I were an unfettered demon king, maybe I could laugh and destroy this world... But I can't~www.wuxiahere.com~ My concern is too deep, my personality is weak, and I worry too much.

"If I were an omnipotent sage, I might be able to change the whole world from top to bottom, so that tragedies would never happen again. But I'm too powerless... My wisdom, my will, and my talents are nothing but ordinary people's degree.

"I can't do anything..."

"That's why you awakened psychic power," Morgan said softly, "I won't blame you for using his identity. Because I know...any psychic user is sad in his heart.

"Because a person always has to fail completely before he can discover his true desire."

"I…"

The barber hesitated to speak.

He felt a rare sense of confusion.

My desire...Russell's desire, what is it?

"...I want to help others."

If he realized something, he murmured in a low voice: "I want to make myself... useful."